Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2000 21:49:12 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky
Subject: son 06
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I, THE PRESIDENT'S SON
by Andrej Koymasky
Written on March 23, 1995
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by Richard
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USUAL DISCLAINER
"I, THE PRESIDENT'S SON" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you it will be better
not to read this story.
But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcome guest.
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SIXTH - Pleasurable Adventures in Freedom
A week after I met Khaled, I met a twenty four year old French boy in
the same disco. His name was Bernard, he was tall, likable, well shaped
even if not really beautiful. He approached me and asked if he could sit
with me. From my terrible French he could tell right away I was a
foreigner, so he asked me where I was from and the usual questions.
After a while we were talking, he made a funny face and asked me: "One
as beautiful as you are, surely can't be interested in one like me?"
I started to laugh at the way he asked that question and answered: "You
are not so bad and besides you are a likable guy."
"Thank you, but... aren't you interested in me?" he asked again,
studying my expression.
"I can't say, perhaps I need to know you better. And I would like
knowing you better." I sincerely answered.
"And I by you. Would you like to go to a more quiet club, where we can
talk a while?"
"Gladly," I answered.
He took me to a little bar I didn't know, we sat at a small table. He
offered me a drink. We talked for a long while. In a way I was rather
surprised he didn't make an advance -- I was waiting for it and I was
ready to accept. He was telling me about himself, almost as if he really
wanted me to know him. I got the impression he was not trying to put
himself in a good light but that he was simply telling me how he saw
himself, including the flaws he thought he had. I liked him more and
more -- he had a refined sense of humor and also of self-deprecation
that I liked very much. I was listening to him with pleasure.
Suddenly he looked at his watch: "Oh, I'm making you late."
"I don't care. I feel good with you. And tomorrow is Saturday so I don't
have to go to the university... But you?"
"I'm free, tomorrow, too."
"Do you live alone?"
"No, with my elder brother and his boyfriend."
"Your brother is gay also?"
"Yes. It's he who made me understand I am gay."
"And how did he?"
"He came to my bed, about five years ago, and made me have sex with him.
We had just arrived in Paris."
"He raped you?" I asked surprised.
"Well, not really -- he wanted to be taken by me. He likes being a
bottom."
"And you?" I then asked him with a cunning smile.
"Me? I like everything, especially if it is with someone like you." he
said putting his hand lightly on my thigh. I caressed his hand an pushed
it onwards. He smiled and finally reached my fly and caressed it. "You
are aroused. For me?"
"Do you see anyone else here?" I asked slyly.
He then bent over to me and kissed me: "Would you come to my home with
me, tonight?"
"Yes, but... and your brother?"
"He has his boyfriend, they stay in their room. Let's go?"
"Let's go." I said.
We kissed again then left the bar. He hailed a taxi and took me to his
home. We made love all night long. We took each other. It is good taking
the man who just took you -- it was the first time this happened to me.
We fell asleep still intertwined.
The following morning we were awakened by his brother. He quietly
greeted me and announced that he was going to bring us breakfast in bed.
He was more handsome than Bernard, he was twenty six year old. After
eating the warm croissant and the cafe-au-lait, Bernard gave me a
bathrobe and we went to shower. Later I met also his brother's lover --
a muscled young man in his thirties, who evidently worked out a lot.
The four of us chatted for a while, then decided to dress and to go out
together. They were pleasant company. Bernard's brother name was Claude
and his boyfriend Patrick. Patrick had a protective attitude towards
Claude and this pleased him. I thought that I would have liked to have
such a lover -- protective, strong, sweet... Bernard told me that the
two had been together for three years and that the three of them lived
in perfect love and accord.
We had lunch together. After lunch I bid them good-bye telling them it
was time for me to go home, inventing a previous engagement. Bernard
gave me his telephone number, asking me to call him to meet again. I
promised him I would. I don't know why I decided to leave them, even
though I felt good with them. Possibly I needed to think a while.
Because I liked making love with Bernard, but after all I was feeling
more attracted to his brother and even more to his brother's boyfriend.
A few days later I called Bernard. Claude answered. I asked about
Bernard and he replied that he was at work, but that I could find him
home in the evening. Then he invited me to their home for supper, so
that later I could spend some time with Bernard. I willingly accepted.
At six 'o clock, as I was told, I showed up with two bottles of good
wine. Bernard was not yet home but they told me he would arrive in a
little while.
While Claude was fixing the meal in the kitchen, Patrick and I were in
the living room chatting. I felt really attracted to Patrick, he was so
sensual and he was wearing just a blue singlet and tight blue shorts
that made him even more sexy. He was aware of the effect he was having
on me and seemed pleased. I was embarrassed, but more and more attracted
to him -- just his proximity was arousing me terribly. I envied Claude
whom I heard busying himself with pots and pans in the kitchen.
When Patrick circled my waist with his arm and whispered me that he
liked me very much, I shuddered: "I like you too, but..." I said torn.
"But?" he insisted pulling me to himself and caressing me with a cunning
smile.
"Claude... and Bernard..." I murmured while his caresses were becoming
more intimate and I was feeling more and more ready to surrender to him.
"There is no problem. They both know that I like you and that I want
you." he said starting to open my clothes.
"They know?" I asked astounded.
"Yes, sure. Come in the bedroom, come on."
"But... isn't Claude jealous?"
"No, they are not jealous, as they know that I will never leave them."
"They? You mean that Bernard is also your boyfriend, then?"
"Sure. Didn't he tell you?"
I followed him in the bedroom, as if in a trance, excited, and there we
undressed each other. His body was really beautiful, terribly virile.
"And, aren't you jealous of them?" I asked him while he was coming on
top of me.
"No, because they also will never leave me."
"But, do you make love all three together?"
"Seldom. But some times in a foursome. Wouldn't you like to try?"
"I don't know, I never have."
"Then, why not try it after supper, all four together? Can you come
twice?"
"I think I can." I sighed abandoning myself to his skilled caresses and
kisses.
He was hot and strong and skillfully brought me to desire to be taken by
him. I let him take me, with deep dedication. I loved being almost
folded in two under his powerful body. I loved his wining smile he had
while he was slowly and strongly thrusting inside me, and French kissing
me, bringing me gradually but relentlessly to the top of climax.
When we went back to the living room, wearing just a gown, the two
brothers welcomed us back with a wide smile.
Bernard, after greeting me, asked me: "Did you like Patrick?"
Somewhat embarrassed I answered that I did.
Patrick added: "And after supper, we will do it again, all four of us,
okay guys?"
"Sure, good. Bon appetite, then!" Bernard said merrily, caressing my
thigh under the table. Also Claude seemed thrilled at the perspective.
We ate, merrily chatting and I was amazed by the curious menage a trois,
eventually open also to a fourth, that rotated around Patrick. Now it
was evident to me how and how much the two brothers were enchanted by
the man they shared, and how they were competing to please him, but also
how Patrick was attentive and sweet with both of them in the same way.
After supper, Bernard prepared a good coffee, then Patrick said it was
time to go to the bedroom.
Undressed, at first we intertwined all four and sincerely I thought that
it was more an erotic game than really making love. A pleasurable game
where it was somewhat difficult to clearly understand who was doing what
to whom. Until Patrick took Bernard and Claude offered himself to me.
I found it really exciting watching while Patrick was taking the boy
while I was doing the same with his brother. It was like looking in a
mirror, or rather even better. We swapped partners several times, at
times uniting in three at times again in four, or in couples, and it was
always Patrick who directed the "game". Patrick was just a top, Claude
just a bottom, Bernard and I both. So, at some point, while I was again
taking Claude, Bernard took me and at once Patrick penetrated Bernard --
we all four moved in unison and I felt a strong pleasure in being taken
and taking at the same time. And suddenly I exploded in a new strong
orgasm.
Later, we were all four lying down sated and exhausted, while Bernard
was caressing me and Claude Patrick.
Patrick asked me: "How was it?"
"Good..." I answered somewhat confused, then added: "But I'd rather be
doing it with just one."
Patrick smiled: "It was the same for me, at first. But now I would not
be able to give up either of them nor them to me." Then to his friends,
"Isn't that so?" The two brothers nodded in assent, smiling happily.
While I was going back home, I was thinking again of that experience. It
had been undoubtedly pleasurable, but I didn't feel so tempted to repeat
it. I still preferred to have only one partner, even for a simple
adventure. So I decided not to seek out Bernard again. If we didn't meet
by chance in the disco or in another gay club, we would not meet again,
since I, as usual, didn't give him my telephone number. Besides, when I
met somebody and he asked me my name, I always said that my name was
Simon.
The change in the color and cut of my hair, and the fact I wore glasses,
prevented anyone from recognizing me for who I really was. Therefore I
was rather safe and was enjoying my new freedom. And I continued to look
for more adventures, finding them without any difficulty. But still I
didn't met anybody with whom I would have liked to have a steady
relationship, even if I continued to hope it.
Rick wrote to me saying that he would visit me together with his Klaus.
I was happy to be seeing him again. I asked myself if I should warn
Bruce about their arrival, but decided not to. I would put him in face
of the fait accompli and would see how he reacted. Rick told me they
would stay for one week, I would let them sleep on the sofa bed in the
living room.
I went to wait for them at the station. I recognized at once Rick. As I
hadn't tell him about my "transformation", I was amused in watching his
expression when I approached him and greeted him. He looked at me taken
aback, then exclaimed: "Dave! How you have changed yourself !"
We embraced, he introduced me Klaus. Along the way to my home, I
explained him the reason of that change.
"We have to call you Simon then?" Rick asked with a smile.
"You don't need to. If we go to some gay club, where I am known as
Simon, perhaps... Anyway, how you like better." I concluded smiling
amusedly.
Klaus was nicer in person than in the pictures, and he was really
lovable. They admired my apartment, especially the terrace where the
greenery had grown luxuriant and from where there was a beautiful view.
They brought me as a present two big colored posters of two splendid
male nudes, that I at once hung in my bedroom on the wall in front of
the bed.
While Klaus was taking his bath, Rick asked me how I was doing, how my
sexual life was. I told him about my adventures, about my life. He told
me that, since he was with Klaus, he never again sought adventures --
they were mutually faithful. I told him I liked Klaus, he answered that
I too had become more handsome, maturing physically.
Klaus found us on the terrace and, while Rick went to bathe, we chatted
a while.
"I'm happy to finally meet you -- Rick talks often about you."
"I am happy having you two here too. You two seem really well matched."
"Yes, we love each other. To me has been a real luck meeting Rick. You
know him, don't you? Then you know what a delicious lover Rick is. And
after conquering me, he also won over all my family."
"It must be marvelous being able to live with the man you love without
having to hide it from the family..." I said thoughtful. "You are lucky,
Klaus."
"Yes, I'm lucky. Also because, after the university, Rick will remain
with me -- we both will work with my father who is really affectionate
to Rick. We will have also our own apartment, at last -- Dad will buy it
for us as our graduation present."
"I envy you..." I said, "In my country such a thing would be
unthinkable."
"Even in Germany it certainly is not an ordinary thing, anyway. I am
lucky having a so open minded and understanding family."
He told me that when, aged fourteen, he had his first experience with a
man, he so much liked it that he told his parents. Their reaction was to
tell him that sometimes those are just juvenile experiences, and that it
didn't necessarily mean he was gay. But they didn't make a drama or a
problem for his experience. Then Klaus had more experiences with men and
was sure he was gay. He again talked with his father and the man told
him that, if it was so, he could just hope he could one day find the
right person to love.
I asked him how it came that his family was so understanding about
homosexuality. He told me that his father said him that when a youth he
had had several good experiences both with girls and boys, until he met
his mother and fell in love with her. And that, according to his father
each man is in reality a bisexual and that, according to him, the
important thing is not to love one or the another gender, but to love
the right person.
I envied Klaus -- I would have liked having parents like his own. Rick
came back and, hearing what we were talking about, told me that he
really admired and loved his "parents-in-law". Just the fact that Rick
talked about Klaus' parents using that term, seemed to me really
beautiful and full of meaning. It was really good seeing how they were
at each other side with simple gentleness, at times tenderly brushing,
exchanging a peck or looking in each other eyes filled with love. They
made me think of a couple on honeymoon.
It did me good spending that week with them. It gave me a vision of how
serene the life of a couple can be when one has the possibility to live
it without needing to hide, to feel ashamed. Sure, when we were in
public they avoided some effusions, but this no more and no less than
many couples of a married man and woman. At home they let themselves go
to a more intimate attitude, sweet and pleasurable to see -- it was
evident they were really in love.
They were at my home only a day when I met Bruce on the landing. He
said: "Rick came to visit you."
"Yes, with his boyfriend." I answered quietly.
"It seems he is all right."
"Sure, he can at last live his life, near the person he loves."
"He is not the son of the president..." Bruce said.
"Right, lucky him!" I retorted. Then added: "Also the children should be
allowed to divorce from their parents."
Bruce looked at me somewhat surprised, then said: "Yes... possibly..."
His reaction surprised me -- I always considered him a conservative,
therefore unable to understand some subjects. In reality he was so, but
he was above all a pragmatist. He was not so much interested in
principles, but in the result of things. To him then, it was not
important if I was Gay or not, but just that this didn't became an
hindrance to my father's career. What possibly made him so little
likable to me was the apparent absence of emotions he was showing. His
coldly rational attitude with which he faced the problems and, I think,
also his apparent absence of any moral scruple -- to obtain what he
wanted, all means seemed legitimate to him.
But this is how I judge him now, after several years have passed since
the facts I am narrating. In that period I just felt him like an enemy,
like the "longa manus" of my father to control me, and that really
annoyed me even if, at least to that moment, it seemed he didn't
interfere excessively with my private life.
What in reality I didn't know was that, when the Embassy prepared our
two apartments, had filled mine with "bugs" -- microphones and video
cameras skillfully hidden in the walls. Bruce, from his apartment, never
lost sight of me a single moment. And out of the apartment, it was the
French secret service to complete the work and to pass him all the
information about what I was doing. Sure, out of my apartment they could
just see where I was going and with whom I was going out, nothing more,
but...
I was perhaps naive, but at that time I didn't suspect anything about
all this. If I had known that Bruce was looking in his monitors all I
that did in my bedroom, in the studio, in the drawing room and in the
living room, and that he could hear anything was said in any part of my
apartment, including the terrace and the toilet, I would have been
furious, to say the least.
When Rick and Klaus left, I felt sharply I was missing them. I fit well
with them and seeing how much they went on well together made grow in me
the desire to have a steady lover. I again saw Bernard a couple of
times, but I skillfully avoided him. I met a boy with which I had some
passionate encounters -- physically he aroused me very much, but with
him it was sheer sex, we didn't have anything in common. I also met a
Korean boy, an architecture student, I liked very much, but he already
had a lover.
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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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